The Tilex took up the seal on the shower. We have Goop sealer, but it takes 24 hours to cure. Ick. So we (me with his help) pulled up the old icky stuff, scrubbed everything down, and dry sponge rinsed it. Now we're drying the unsealed area and temporarily putting packing tape down so we can take 2 quick showers since we can't for another day after I've applied the sealer. (Cantropos has to go to work today.)

I wasn't planning on doing this today, but yeah, the cleaner attacked the seal that was there.

On the plus side, the shower is much, much cleaner, even if at the moment, we are not.

Blech.

(How many words can I find to describe how icky I feel?)

It never rains but it pours for us. Or me. Anyway, Percy is fine, and home. He's a bit high though.

Just a few minutes before I was due to go pick him up water starts pouring out of my ceiling. The carpet is soaked. I had to throw out a chair and a futon. I'm trying to dry the mattress and the carpet. The landlord is an effing idiot and a jerk to boot. We're still having a general inspection next Tuesday. I'm making Cantropos ask him for a delay (until my project is done in June).

Right now I don't know what we're gonna sleep on tonight since the mattress is still wet. The window is open inviting in gnats and moths and whatnot. Stoned Percy likes the window. I like the breeze, but I'm not thrilled with the bugs.

And I was so stressed out I have to go in tomorrow morning to pay the vet. I didn't have the checkbook on me.

I'll probably put a different version of this in saint_merry, because I'm frustrated now. At first I was very excited about Le Cloître St. Méry being available as a searchable e-text. But then I heard back from the publisher, Belsen. They'll only sell it for non-commercial purposes. What right did they have to take a text that was in the public domain and restrict its use?

I am spluttering too much to be coherent. I've been working on turning that text into a freely available document for more than 7 years, and had plans that were technicially "commercial" for a translation. It's true that my laptop issues and the fact that the microfilm has been in Wyoming for 4 years has slowed it down, but I was legitimately working on this ages ago in a way that would have made the damn book FREELY available, as it should be since Rey-Dusseuil has been dead for more than a century

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Just called Resonance and talked to someone. They are still there. If you look at the "Who We Are" page, you'll know why I'm curious. And btw, Gilles Chiasson's first name is pronounced even stranger than I thought it was. (No I didn't talk to him. I would've died if that happened.) Their prices aren't as high as I thought they'd be, and it's a really cool idea. I warned whoever I talked to that the site doesn't really have anything on it that indicates it was updated since 1995. He'll be looking into it.

So if you really love me and have a few hunded to a few thousand dollars lying around send these guys some business. If you really love someone else, consider the same. I want Resonance to be around still when and if me and Christian tie the knot.

And the wankery about LJ deleting communities and journals... it's... kinda scary. I double-checked my interests, and I seem to be mostly safe. But wtf are they thinking? I wish I wasn't such a stick in the mud on the internet, I'd consider migrating. I just renewed my paid account. But I haven't completed my moving from Diaryland. I don't think I could manage to move all the crap I have at LJ. I am reasonably sure I won't lose anything of mine, but I really feel for the people affected.

I am trying to decide if I should do some banner posting and complaining to LJ to support my friends who are affected, or if I should stay out of it. It's a conundrum.

1. People suck.

2. My boyfriend rocks.

3. Revolutionary Girl Utena saves lives. Does anyone know a fair place to RP anime? My inner Akio wants out.

4. Meme stolen from taskir

( Movies what? )

I got pulled off the phones today to set up an appointment for the second interview for the promotion at work. ( continue to the emotional whiney bit )

I wish I knew why I was so scared of letting myself succeed.

They don't exist here. I can't find one. I am very sad. No Bojangles. No Biscuitville. I need to find out if any of the fast food restaurants other than McDonald's happen to have one.

Cars are nice though. I went to church.

Percy was a little stinker this morning and earned himself a 45 min closet vacation. I went to bed around 11:30 pm and knew I had to get up at 5:30 am. So at 3:30 am Percy starts his endless round of going back and forth between scratching at the door, making biscuits two inches from my face and accidentally clawing me in the process, and snuggling up to me all purry to bite my chin. I was tired and cranky and now I have to face a long day at work on only 4 hours of sleep.

Damn animal!

I want a new body.

Or rather a new vagina, or maybe just one that isn't broken or misaligned or something.

*hate*

There will be an approximately 18 hour delay on my departure for Chicago. I am not prepared to bring my own linens and think I'd better be able to afford the rental thereof with just a one night stay. I'm going to leave pretty early in the morning to be sure of getting there in time to find the theatre before time.

Yes, I'm frustrated, but I can take a hint from the PTB. I left my wallet at work yesterday and therefore could buy neither a new notebook nor toilet paper nor cookie making supplies. And I also did not turn on my alarm clock and apparently slept an hour late this morning. Not late for work, but too late to get extra things done this morning. And it will be a very busy day at work.

So I shall be around a bit tonight, although I am going to bed early.